Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.